As the image materialized within the silver mirror, Caine immediately adopted a thoughtful expression. "This mirror is quite remarkable—it has its own name, as if it were a living seal. Such a thing might not pose a great threat, but the difficulty of sealing it is high; it's rarely used unless under exceptional circumstances. It seems that Ikonser Bernard, a member of the Mechanical Heart, holds a prominent position—likely a butler, and certainly someone of no ordinary standing. "The limits of divination are roughly what the mirror just revealed. Even if I journeyed to the Veil of Mist, I wouldn't expect to achieve anything more favorable. "As for the appearance of the 'Apostle of Desire,' there are undoubtedly many individuals in Beckland who match the criteria of high foreheads and blue eyes..." As Caine's thoughts flowed, the image within the mirror swiftly faded. Then, one after another, words glowing bright red as blood emerged upon the mirror's surface: "By the principle of equality, it's now my turn to pose a question. Should you lie or fail to answer, you shall either undertake a task I assign or face a penalty." "...” Kline raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. This was indeed a genuine version of 'Truth or Dare'—quite interesting. As droplets of blood gradually transformed into new letters and sentences, the words read: "What is the true name of the Red Light?" The Red Light? One of the leaders of the Pure Light Brotherhood? One of the seven luminous beams high in the spiritual realm? Kline thought seriously, but found himself unable to recall the name. He only knew of a "Yellow Light" named Winitan. Ikonser's throat moved slightly, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. After a brief silence, he spoke firmly: "Nanides!" "Wrong," the red-blooded words on the mirror shifted once more. "Task or penalty?" Ikonser's expression showed clear hesitation. Finally, after a deep breath, he said: "Penalty." As he finished speaking, a silver-white lightning bolt materialized out of nowhere and struck his head. Crackle, crackle, crackle—Ekonser's hair stood straight up, and his body collapsed with a loud thud, a few wisps of black smoke rising from him. Yet the mirror did not fall with him; instead, it floated upward and settled gently onto the table. Two seconds later, Ekonser wavered and managed to rise to his feet, then sat down, trembling and gasping. Kaine watched silently, unsure of what reaction to make. After a moment of recovery, Ekonser looked at him, managed a weak smile, and said, "You should have heard of something called a seal object—there's always a certain negative impact associated with them." "Yes," Kaine replied, observing the now-upright strands of Ekonser's hair, suddenly understanding why his hair had always been so voluminous, messy, and stubborn. Kaine couldn't help adding, "You could have asked me yourself—there was no need to do it in front of me." "Ah, the mirror requires someone to witness it," Eikonser still trembled. How truly alive it was... Kline took two steps forward, positioning himself by the table, and carefully examined the silver mirror with genuine curiosity. Aside from its unusual patterns and the two eye-like features, the living seal seemed rather ordinary. Eikonser turned slightly toward him, shaking her head and exhaled softly, "You may also ask it questions—we won't mind." "No, I don't intend to," Kline replied. He wasn't about to play games with something like a pen pal or a spirit board. As he spoke, he gently touched the edge of the ancient silver mirror. The surface felt cold, metallic. Just as Kline formed this thought, the mirror subtly trembled twice. Instantly, white words appeared on its surface: "Your most devoted and humble servant, Arodos, is at your service." Oh? Kline stood momentarily bewildered. Then, without a word, he moved calmly away from the desk. What was going on? Just a moment ago, this mirror had been so cold and unyielding, playing "Truth or Dare" with him—how quickly it had transformed into this? Klein found himself both amused and puzzled. He quickly formed a few clear hypotheses based on the information at hand: "The silver mirror seems to know the true name of 'Red Light' and appears to have some connection to the spiritual realm... The mysterious space above the gray mist also seems linked to the spiritual realm—at least, when I summoned myself, I could see signs of the spiritual world through the doorway. Has this mirror, named Arōdes, sensed the presence of the gray mist?" As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein watched as Ikonser slowly regained strength, stood up, and took hold of the ancient silver mirror, while the other two team members also ended their pretense of having noticed nothing, ceasing their aimless, wandering searches. After a thorough inspection, Caine bid farewell to Ikonse and the others and located Esgarrouth Stanton in the living room again. "What should we do next?" he asked directly. Esgarrouth responded seriously: "First, have Stuart and his family move in together for easier protection—though this will only be a temporary arrangement. As for me, you, and Kaslanara, we'll resume our normal activities, receiving discreet protection, and hope to identify that 'Apostle of Desire' as soon as possible. "Are you a devotee of the God of Steam and Machinery?" "Yes," Caine replied, drawing a triangular holy emblem on his chest. At the same time, he sighed slightly: In the coming period, he would only be able to enter the gray mist in the bathroom... She will head over to Islanth, the psychology teacher’s home shortly, taking the crucial step toward becoming an official member of the "Psychological Alchemy Circle." In the meantime, she needs to time her request precisely to the "Trickster" gentleman, asking for his assistance. Will she finally see the angels this time? Audrey thought with eager anticipation. After a moment of calm, she clasped her hands together, resting them gently over her mouth and nose, and softly recited the sacred name of the "Trickster." As he locked the bathroom door, he couldn't help but silently marvel: "My life has changed, a little, after all..." While under the constant protection of the "Mechanical Heart," he had to minimize his visits to the Gray Mists. For the upcoming Tarot Gathering next week, he'd have to streamline both the process and content—though even with the most compact schedule, it would still take around fifteen minutes. Indeed, constipation was quite normal; who had ever stipulated that extraordinary beings couldn't suffer from it? With a mixture of resignation and amusement, Caine reversed his steps and stepped into the Gray Mists. Then, as instructed, Audrey of "Justice" performed a simple ritual and entered a state of artificial somnolence. Meanwhile, upon seeing her blurred silhouette within the deep crimson stars, Caine proceeded methodically: first, he enveloped the "Emperor of Black" card with his spiritual presence, then, drawing upon his refined paper figures, he gently tossed them into the air. No surprise— the paper figures gathered the forces stirred by the disturbance, rising into the gray mist and forming a great angel with twelve pairs of black wings. Audrey watched the holy and majestic angel descend before her, enveloping herself in layers of wings, and for a long time could not speak. That was the angel—the angel of the "Card of the Fool"... and a great angel with twelve pairs of wings! Exactly as described in mythological texts... This was indeed the angel of our Tarot Circle! As the figure swiftly faded and vanished, Audrey suddenly felt an unusual warmth and familiarity toward the being. She thanked the "Fool" with joyful, excited, and reverent gratitude, then summoned her maids to prepare for departure. Crane returned to the living room with a smile, gazing at the bullet holes in the wall and pondering: Should he hang a cheap oil painting over them, or repair and repaint the wall? ... Hilston District, Seventh Avenue, at the home of Island. Audrey asked the housekeeper and bodyguard to stay in the living room, and with her golden retriever, Susie, followed the host into the sitting room. There, two others were already waiting: one was Dr. Hilbert Arucald, a psychologist introduced to Audrey by Mrs. Norma, and the other was Stephen Hampres, the organizer of the previous psychological seminar. Though it was already dinner time, only a single ordinary candle was lit in the room. Placed centrally on the coffee table, the candle gently swayed, casting a soft yellow glow that dispelled the deep darkness of the sitting room. After exchanging greetings, Hilbert, with a warm brown complexion and a touch of South American heritage, glanced at the golden retriever Susie but remained silent. Audrey smiled politely and said, "Having her here gives me a greater sense of security." Susie looked at Hilbert with an innocent expression. "I completely understand this kind of psychological comfort—please sit down." Hilbert smiled slightly, settled into the sofa on the other side of the coffee table, and Hampres and Istarant also found seats. Once Odile was seated, Hilbert adjusted the wick, brightening the candlelight. Gazing at her through the glow, he asked, "Now, honestly answer me—do you truly wish to join the Psychological Alchemy Guild?" In the candlelight, his eyes seemed to shimmer with a golden hue, and deep within his pupils, another gaze—vertical—was faintly visible. Odile suddenly felt a moment of dizziness, then regained her composure, gently nodding, "Yes." Hilbert asked again, "Will you deliberately harm the Psychological Alchemy Guild?" His tone carried a peculiar sense of suggestion, as though merely affirming the question would cause the respondent to unconsciously accept and genuinely embrace it. "No," Odile answered with clear rationality. After a few questions, Hilbert, Islandt, and the others exhaled simultaneously. Hilbert smiled and asked, "Do you have anything else you'd like to say?" Audrey hesitated, revealing her honesty: "I once purchased the 'Audience' formula at a gathering of extraordinary individuals. I—I am already an 'Audience' member." That gathering was known as the Tarot Society... Audrie thought of it with pride.